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LinkedIn Follows Facebook: Launches A New Interface of Profile And Page
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#Linkedin is gearing up with a new UI to keep brands hooked to the platform. The online professional network has released an early preview of a more clean and appealing user interface. This new UI is apparently visible to a few selected users for personal profiles as well as company pages. The interesting twist is, the new UI of LinkedIn looks heavily influenced by the box design pattern of Facebook. 
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According to LinkedIn, this is the ‘largest desktop design overhaul’ since its inception.
The new UI will apparently enhance the user experience. Consequently, this will also narrow down the gap between the desktop and mobile app for personal profiles. According to LinkedIn, the objective behind this design overhaul is to make content easily accessible, provide a smooth navigation and a clean interface. The changes in design will help users to have an uninterrupted focus on opportunities and conversations that interest them, irrespective of device selection.


To make the interface cleaner and eye-catching, LinkedIn has increased the size of icons on top and included a chat window, like Facebook. This will allow you to continue with your discussion while you explore the platform at the same time.


LinkedIn has also tweaked the algorithm to show the most relevant contents on your news feed. The company claims that the new algorithm will not just allow users to discover contents aligned with their profession, but will also ensure that they do not miss out on any professional opportunities they care about.


Linkedin has introduced many other new features in their new profile interface, but the similarity with Facebook is simply the talk-of-the-moment!



LinkedIn Pages: Design in Box

LinkedIn has not limited the new design only to personal profiles. The online professional network has also revamped company pages to the extent that it now looks like a replica of Facebook Pages.



A three-column design with big size boxes in the middle makes updates from brands stand out. In the left side column that is comparatively small, LinkedIn Pages display company names and few other vital stats about the followers

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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Blooming Colors And A Bit Of Magic: Wallpapers To Get Your Ideas Springing (April 2017 Edition)
April Food’s Day
“Prank your friends with caution.” — Designed by foodpanda Singapore from Singapore.



April Insignia
“April – its first day reminds us that laughter makes life better. Nature also laughs, but it does so in daisies!” — Designed by Ana Masnikosa from Belgrade, Serbia.



Be Happy Bee
“Smell of spring flowers, especially daisies and open landscapes, the joy of freedom :)” — Designed by Kiraly Tamas from Romania.



Clover Field
Designed by Nathalie Ouederni from France.



Colors Of April
“My daughter was born in April so this month reminds me of that colorful, bright and precious moment.” — Designed by Izabela Grzegorczyk from Poland.



April Is The Nicest Month
“T.S. Eliot wrote in 1922 that ‘April is the cruelest month,’ but we quite disagree. April is the month when spring has finally come so nature starts blooming, providing us with more time to go out into the nature and enjoy nice weather, long walks, and riding a bike. This is our message to you: go out and play. We surely will.” — Designed by PopArt Studio from Serbia.



Bad Bunny
“This bad bunny is just waiting for Easter. :)” — Designed by Izabela from Poland.



April’s Octave
“April is magical. April is musical. April is mesmerizing. April is the International Month of Guitar. Let this calendar make it special.” — Designed by ColorMean Creative Studio from Dubai, United Arab Emirates



Fairytale
“A tribute to Hans Christian Andersen. Happy Birthday!” — Designed by Roxi Nastase from Romania.



Happy Easter
Designed by Tazi Design from Australia.



Funshower
“I designed this wallpaper combining both the sunny and the rainy weather. April, here in Italy, is synonymous with flowers and fun, and we can enjoy the first hot days after winter; but it’s also damn rainy! So I just brought all together and made my ‘Funshower’, a funny pun!” — Designed by Stefano Marchini from Italy.



Happy Chickens
“When I think of spring, I think of little chickens playing in the field. They always look so happy. I just bought 3 new little chickens, and they are super cute. So enjoy this wallpaper, and enjoy spring.” — Designed by Melissa Bogemans from Belgium.



Hello!
“This whimsical black and white design was inspired by the recent arrival of my daughter! Welcome to the world little one!” — Designed by Rachel from the United States.



Once Upon A Time
“April is the month of Spring but also the month of books. ‘A book is a proof that humans are capable of doing magic.’ (Carl Sagan)” — Designed by Verónica Valenzuela from Spain



Home Sweet Home
“A smiling earth is how I wish to think of my home planet. I like to believe that whenever a plantling gets its root deep into the soil, or when a dolphin jumps out of the water, the earth must be getting tickled, bringing a wide grin on its face. So this World Earth Day, let’s promote afforestation, protect the wildlife and its habitat. Let’s make the earth smile forever.” — Designed by Acodez IT Solutions from India.



Tea Time
“April showers bring May flowers, and what better way to enjoy rainy weather than to get stuck in a surreal book, in a comfy nook, with a kettle of tea!” — Designed by Brooke Coraldi from the United States.



The Kite Festival
“Every year, Washington DC’s Kite Festival is a welcome sight in spring. The National Mall is transformed by colorful serpents, butterflies, and homemade winged crafts and by the families who come from across the city to enjoy their aerial stunts over a picnic at the base of the Washington Monument.” — Designed by Dawn Washelesky from Washington, DC.



Purple Rain
“This month is International Guitar Month! Time to get out your guitar and play. As a graphic designer/illustrator seeing all the variations of guitar shapes begs to be used for a fun design. Search the guitar shapes represented and see if you see one similar to yours, or see if you can identify some of the different styles that some famous guitarists have played (BTW, Prince’s guitar is in there and purple is just a cool color).” — Designed by Karen Frolo from the United States.



We Could All Be Happy
“I believe that Earth is something that we take for granted. We need to start taking care of our home, after all if the Earth is not OK, we won’t be.” — Designed by Maria Keller from Mexico.



Spring Magic
“Spring revives nature, so I designed a wallpaper with a cute little fairy who awakens plants.” — Designed by Hushlenko Antonina from Ukraine.



The Magic Of Spring
“The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. (Emily Dickinson)” — Designed by Suman Sil from India



New Beginnings
“Spring is a great time to photograph nature because everything is green and full of new life. Like spring, a sunrise is also the start of something new.” — Designed by Marc Andre from the United States.



What Does The Fox Say?
Designed by Doud – Elise Vanoorbeek from Belgium.



Spring Is In The Air
“‘When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.‘ (Madeleine M. Kunin)” — Designed by Dipanjan Karmakar from India.



Spring Proverb
“My calendar is an illustration of the old proverb ‘April showers bring May flowers’. I always look forward to the end of that transition.” — Designed by Caitey Kennedy from the United States.



Idea Catalysts
“Design is a community. Each one of these creators found their way into my consciousness as idea-catalysts. This is my way of thanking them and so I’m excited to bring this set to the greater design community. However these are used, my aim is to pay tribute to these sixteen and drive baby-steppers to great inspirers.” — Designed by Juliane Bone from California.



Fresh Start
“Spring is the beginning of everything, is the nature being reborn. The word ‘April’ is derived from the Latin word ‘aperire’ meaning ‘to open’, which is exactly what the bud in my photo does – it opens. April invites everyone to open their hearts and minds to all things new starting with flowers and trees and going all the way to animals. This is my April.” — Designed by Oana Galbenu from Romania.



Flowers On The Wall
“It is time for more colour in our life! After this cold and dark winter, we have to paint our minds or better our walls. Flower power everywhere!” — Designed by Sabrina Lobien from Germany.



Sweet Lovers
“The most beautiful flowers are in bloom around my neighborhood, and I get this little tune stuck in my head every time I go for a walk. I thought it would be perfect for a bright watercolor-styled design!” — Designed by Alyson Sherrard from Pensacola, Florida.



The Brighter Side Of Life
“Sometimes when you are out and about you see something that captures your attention. It does not have to be anything spectacular, but you know that you want to remember it at that specific point in time. No matter how busy you are, stop and see the flowers.” — Designed by Kris G from the USA.



Happy Birthday Hans!
“April the 2nd is Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday. Hans is most famous for his magical fairy tales, such as ‘The Little Mermaid’, ‘The Princess and the Pea’ and ‘Thumbelina’. I always loved the tale of Thumbelina, so I created this wallpaper for Hans!” - Designed by Safia Begum from the United Kingdom.




Easter Is Coming
“Easter is coming and what could be more Easter-like as a paschal lamb or maybe two.” — Designed by Sabrina Lobien from Germany.

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"Can you write a Spiderman's origin story in DC universe instead in Marvel? This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

Can you write a Spiderman's origin story in DC universe instead in Marvel?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers 

Read the answer below

Sure, Spiderman actually better suited in DC universe than in Marvel.

PETER PARKER: THE RISE OF INVISIBLE TEEN

………………………………………………………………………..

“Hi, my name is Clark Kent, I was asked to join today by Mr Perry White”

“Yes, I was informed about that. You have been ordered to work with Lois Lane as partners”

“I am sorry. Who is she?”

“Lois Lane!?? You have not heard about her??!!”

“No. Is she important?”

“Wow!! I won't say anything. Just go and introduce yourself. She is in that desk”

“Thanks kid. What is your name?”

“Peter Parker. I am an intern for Lois Lane. I am still in high school”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One year later-

“Clark. Lex Luthor is embarrassed in the hands of Batman. I am pretty sure he didn't expect that. Where is Superman?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Peter. Very interesting this Batman character, won't you say?”

“Absolutely. He is so scary. I wonder what superpower does he have? Is he an alien?”

In the meantime Perry White: “Peter, didn't you ask a permission for a day off due to your prom? Well, since you are a paid intern, I am obliged not to give one but since I am big hearted, I have decided to give you one. Enjoy”

“What happened Peter? Why do you still have a long face? You should be jumping up and down hearing the good news from Mr White”

“Clark, I don't have anyone to go with. I want to ask Lois Lane. But I don't have the nerve”

“Ha, ha. Let me tell you a secret about Lois. She project herself in a particular way. She is a big softy inside”

“So you are giving me permission?”

“Why do you say that?”

“I thought you two were more than partners”

“Ha, ha. No. I am pretty sure Lois Lane is completely out of the league of small towny like myself. Don't you worry. It's just prom”

“Wow! Peter!!! I didn't expect that. Okay. I will go to prom with you”

“What!? You accept?!?”

“Why not? You are cute, Peter. Just as long as it is only for prom, nothing else”

Clark Kent was smiling.

…………………………………………………………………………….

In lex corp-

“I can't believe that psychopath in bat costume destroyed my plan. I thought he only exist in Gotham. Why was he in metropolis? Shit! Just when I was about to get upper hand over our big blue idiot with kryptonite. Let's found out everything about this bat nutjob”

“Mr Luthor, not much information is available. His greatest nemesis is some insane crazy individual named Joker”

“Let's contact this Joker individual. In the meantime, this Batman name has given me a new idea. Let's open a new project experimenting on insects using Superman's clone”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In the prom-

“Everyone is looking at us, Lois, even Barbara Gordon, she won't even look at me before”

“Let them, you like her, isn't it? let's dance, let's show off the charming man behind that geeky external appearance of Peter Parker. I am sure Barbara Gordon would be impressed”

“But I don't know how to dance, Lois”

“Just follow me”

Suddenly, sounds of bullets …

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

“Lois, that is Joker's voice, I have seen it before in Gotham's news channels”

Suddenly, Superman appeared

“Joker, you are forgetting that you are not in Metropolis, so don't do anything that you would regret”

“Ha, ha, ha, Supes!! But I am not here for you”

“You are here for me”

Superman saw that Lex Luthor was behind him in his Lexo suit.

Suddenly, Superman felt weak as Lex Luthor's Lexo suit has a Kryptonite.

A batrang came flying and destroyed the kryptonite

But Joker threw an explosive on Batman from behind which took out Batman and Batman was unconscious because of the explosion despite the fact his suit saved him.

Superman again felt weakness.

“Ha, ha, Superman, considering your new friend Batman, I had a back up Kryptonite in my Lexo suit”

Lex Luthor flew away carrying Superman's body towards Lex corp.

Joker tried to touch Batman's mask but got a shock instead. Batman woke up and flew the scene in his bat mobile.

Injured Joker did the same as well.

“Peter, Superman is in serious trouble. Luthor probably took him to Lex corp. We have to go there”

…………………………………………………………………………

In Lex corp-

“Peter, I can't get into that pipe hole but you can. You can then get me in from the main door from inside”

Peter got into the pipe hole and found himself in some kind of lab.

Many insects were present there.

Suddenly, he saw that Lois Lane was captured by Joker and was talking to Luthor while Superman was unconscious.

Suddenly, Batman came inside with batmobile bursting through the wall. Explosion flew Peter into some kind of experimental radio active spider chamber with Superman's DNA injected.

All of the spiders attacked Perer Parker and bit him.

Peter Parker managed to get away from there while in tremendous pain. The whole lab was destroyed later by Batmobile's RPG. Batman threw an anti Kryptonite suite towards Superman who woke up by then. That suit was made from Wayne enterprise for Batman's use.

Superman and Batman took care of Joker and Lex Luthor easily.

Peter Parker was hospitalized.

But strangely Peter was recovered completely next day. He felt like a new man.

Suddenly, his brain was tingling with alarm.

He touched the wall and his hand was almost glued to the wall. His feet was starting to do the same. He suddenly found himself crawling the wall like a Spider.

This is the beginning of a long journey of our underdog hero in DC universe…….

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Sure, Spiderman actually better suited in DC universe than in Marvel.

PETER PARKER: THE RISE OF INVISIBLE TEEN

………………………………………………………………………..

“Hi, my name is Clark Kent, I was asked to join today by Mr Perry White”

“Yes, I was informed about that. You have been ordered to work with Lois Lane as partners”

“I am sorry. Who is she?”

“Lois Lane!?? You have not heard about her??!!”

“No. Is she important?”

“Wow!! I won't say anything. Just go and introduce yourself. She is in that desk”

“Thanks kid. What is your name?”

“Peter Parker. I am an intern for Lois Lane. I am still in high school”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One year later-

“Clark. Lex Luthor is embarrassed in the hands of Batman. I am pretty sure he didn't expect that. Where is Superman?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Peter. Very interesting this Batman character, won't you say?”

“Absolutely. He is so scary. I wonder what superpower does he have? Is he an alien?”

In the meantime Perry White: “Peter, didn't you ask a permission for a day off due to your prom? Well, since you are a paid intern, I am obliged not to give one but since I am big hearted, I have decided to give you one. Enjoy”

“What happened Peter? Why do you still have a long face? You should be jumping up and down hearing the good news from Mr White”

“Clark, I don't have anyone to go with. I want to ask Lois Lane. But I don't have the nerve”

“Ha, ha. Let me tell you a secret about Lois. She project herself in a particular way. She is a big softy inside”

“So you are giving me permission?”

“Why do you say that?”

“I thought you two were more than partners”

“Ha, ha. No. I am pretty sure Lois Lane is completely out of the league of small towny like myself. Don't you worry. It's just prom”

“Wow! Peter!!! I didn't expect that. Okay. I will go to prom with you”

“What!? You accept?!?”

“Why not? You are cute, Peter. Just as long as it is only for prom, nothing else”

Clark Kent was smiling.

…………………………………………………………………………….

In lex corp-

“I can't believe that psychopath in bat costume destroyed my plan. I thought he only exist in Gotham. Why was he in metropolis? Shit! Just when I was about to get upper hand over our big blue idiot with kryptonite. Let's found out everything about this bat nutjob”

“Mr Luthor, not much information is available. His greatest nemesis is some insane crazy individual named Joker”

“Let's contact this Joker individual. In the meantime, this Batman name has given me a new idea. Let's open a new project experimenting on insects using Superman's clone”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In the prom-

“Everyone is looking at us, Lois, even Barbara Gordon, she won't even look at me before”

“Let them, you like her, isn't it? let's dance, let's show off the charming man behind that geeky external appearance of Peter Parker. I am sure Barbara Gordon would be impressed”

“But I don't know how to dance, Lois”

“Just follow me”

Suddenly, sounds of bullets …

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

“Lois, that is Joker's voice, I have seen it before in Gotham's news channels”

Suddenly, Superman appeared

“Joker, you are forgetting that you are not in Metropolis, so don't do anything that you would regret”

“Ha, ha, ha, Supes!! But I am not here for you”

“You are here for me”

Superman saw that Lex Luthor was behind him in his Lexo suit.

Suddenly, Superman felt weak as Lex Luthor's Lexo suit has a Kryptonite.

A batrang came flying and destroyed the kryptonite

But Joker threw an explosive on Batman from behind which took out Batman and Batman was unconscious because of the explosion despite the fact his suit saved him.

Superman again felt weakness.

“Ha, ha, Superman, considering your new friend Batman, I had a back up Kryptonite in my Lexo suit”

Lex Luthor flew away carrying Superman's body towards Lex corp.

Joker tried to touch Batman's mask but got a shock instead. Batman woke up and flew the scene in his bat mobile.

Injured Joker did the same as well.

“Peter, Superman is in serious trouble. Luthor probably took him to Lex corp. We have to go there”

…………………………………………………………………………

In Lex corp-

“Peter, I can't get into that pipe hole but you can. You can then get me in from the main door from inside”

Peter got into the pipe hole and found himself in some kind of lab.

Many insects were present there.

Suddenly, he saw that Lois Lane was captured by Joker and was talking to Luthor while Superman was unconscious.

Suddenly, Batman came inside with batmobile bursting through the wall. Explosion flew Peter into some kind of experimental radio active spider chamber with Superman's DNA injected.

All of the spiders attacked Perer Parker and bit him.

Peter Parker managed to get away from there while in tremendous pain. The whole lab was destroyed later by Batmobile's RPG. Batman threw an anti Kryptonite suite towards Superman who woke up by then. That suit was made from Wayne enterprise for Batman's use.

Superman and Batman took care of Joker and Lex Luthor easily.

Peter Parker was hospitalized.

But strangely Peter was recovered completely next day. He felt like a new man.

Suddenly, his brain was tingling with alarm.

He touched the wall and his hand was almost glued to the wall. His feet was starting to do the same. He suddenly found himself crawling the wall like a Spider.

This is the beginning of a long journey of our underdog hero in DC universe…….

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LinkedIn Follows Facebook: Launches A New Interface of Profile And Page
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#Linkedin is gearing up with a new UI to keep brands hooked to the platform. The online professional network has released an early preview of a more clean and appealing user interface. This new UI is apparently visible to a few selected users for personal profiles as well as company pages. The interesting twist is, the new UI of LinkedIn looks heavily influenced by the box design pattern of Facebook. 
#LinkedinDesignChange #LinkedinUI
According to LinkedIn, this is the ‘largest desktop design overhaul’ since its inception.
The new UI will apparently enhance the user experience. Consequently, this will also narrow down the gap between the desktop and mobile app for personal profiles. According to LinkedIn, the objective behind this design overhaul is to make content easily accessible, provide a smooth navigation and a clean interface. The changes in design will help users to have an uninterrupted focus on opportunities and conversations that interest them, irrespective of device selection.


To make the interface cleaner and eye-catching, LinkedIn has increased the size of icons on top and included a chat window, like Facebook. This will allow you to continue with your discussion while you explore the platform at the same time.


LinkedIn has also tweaked the algorithm to show the most relevant contents on your news feed. The company claims that the new algorithm will not just allow users to discover contents aligned with their profession, but will also ensure that they do not miss out on any professional opportunities they care about.


Linkedin has introduced many other new features in their new profile interface, but the similarity with Facebook is simply the talk-of-the-moment!



LinkedIn Pages: Design in Box

LinkedIn has not limited the new design only to personal profiles. The online professional network has also revamped company pages to the extent that it now looks like a replica of Facebook Pages.



A three-column design with big size boxes in the middle makes updates from brands stand out. In the left side column that is comparatively small, LinkedIn Pages display company names and few other vital stats about the followers

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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Blooming Colors And A Bit Of Magic: Wallpapers To Get Your Ideas Springing (April 2017 Edition)
April Food’s Day
“Prank your friends with caution.” — Designed by foodpanda Singapore from Singapore.



April Insignia
“April – its first day reminds us that laughter makes life better. Nature also laughs, but it does so in daisies!” — Designed by Ana Masnikosa from Belgrade, Serbia.



Be Happy Bee
“Smell of spring flowers, especially daisies and open landscapes, the joy of freedom :)” — Designed by Kiraly Tamas from Romania.



Clover Field
Designed by Nathalie Ouederni from France.



Colors Of April
“My daughter was born in April so this month reminds me of that colorful, bright and precious moment.” — Designed by Izabela Grzegorczyk from Poland.



April Is The Nicest Month
“T.S. Eliot wrote in 1922 that ‘April is the cruelest month,’ but we quite disagree. April is the month when spring has finally come so nature starts blooming, providing us with more time to go out into the nature and enjoy nice weather, long walks, and riding a bike. This is our message to you: go out and play. We surely will.” — Designed by PopArt Studio from Serbia.



Bad Bunny
“This bad bunny is just waiting for Easter. :)” — Designed by Izabela from Poland.



April’s Octave
“April is magical. April is musical. April is mesmerizing. April is the International Month of Guitar. Let this calendar make it special.” — Designed by ColorMean Creative Studio from Dubai, United Arab Emirates



Fairytale
“A tribute to Hans Christian Andersen. Happy Birthday!” — Designed by Roxi Nastase from Romania.



Happy Easter
Designed by Tazi Design from Australia.



Funshower
“I designed this wallpaper combining both the sunny and the rainy weather. April, here in Italy, is synonymous with flowers and fun, and we can enjoy the first hot days after winter; but it’s also damn rainy! So I just brought all together and made my ‘Funshower’, a funny pun!” — Designed by Stefano Marchini from Italy.



Happy Chickens
“When I think of spring, I think of little chickens playing in the field. They always look so happy. I just bought 3 new little chickens, and they are super cute. So enjoy this wallpaper, and enjoy spring.” — Designed by Melissa Bogemans from Belgium.



Hello!
“This whimsical black and white design was inspired by the recent arrival of my daughter! Welcome to the world little one!” — Designed by Rachel from the United States.



Once Upon A Time
“April is the month of Spring but also the month of books. ‘A book is a proof that humans are capable of doing magic.’ (Carl Sagan)” — Designed by Verónica Valenzuela from Spain



Home Sweet Home
“A smiling earth is how I wish to think of my home planet. I like to believe that whenever a plantling gets its root deep into the soil, or when a dolphin jumps out of the water, the earth must be getting tickled, bringing a wide grin on its face. So this World Earth Day, let’s promote afforestation, protect the wildlife and its habitat. Let’s make the earth smile forever.” — Designed by Acodez IT Solutions from India.



Tea Time
“April showers bring May flowers, and what better way to enjoy rainy weather than to get stuck in a surreal book, in a comfy nook, with a kettle of tea!” — Designed by Brooke Coraldi from the United States.



The Kite Festival
“Every year, Washington DC’s Kite Festival is a welcome sight in spring. The National Mall is transformed by colorful serpents, butterflies, and homemade winged crafts and by the families who come from across the city to enjoy their aerial stunts over a picnic at the base of the Washington Monument.” — Designed by Dawn Washelesky from Washington, DC.



Purple Rain
“This month is International Guitar Month! Time to get out your guitar and play. As a graphic designer/illustrator seeing all the variations of guitar shapes begs to be used for a fun design. Search the guitar shapes represented and see if you see one similar to yours, or see if you can identify some of the different styles that some famous guitarists have played (BTW, Prince’s guitar is in there and purple is just a cool color).” — Designed by Karen Frolo from the United States.



We Could All Be Happy
“I believe that Earth is something that we take for granted. We need to start taking care of our home, after all if the Earth is not OK, we won’t be.” — Designed by Maria Keller from Mexico.



Spring Magic
“Spring revives nature, so I designed a wallpaper with a cute little fairy who awakens plants.” — Designed by Hushlenko Antonina from Ukraine.



The Magic Of Spring
“The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. (Emily Dickinson)” — Designed by Suman Sil from India



New Beginnings
“Spring is a great time to photograph nature because everything is green and full of new life. Like spring, a sunrise is also the start of something new.” — Designed by Marc Andre from the United States.



What Does The Fox Say?
Designed by Doud – Elise Vanoorbeek from Belgium.



Spring Is In The Air
“‘When all the world appears to be in a tumult, and nature itself is feeling the assault of climate change, the seasons retain their essential rhythm. Yes, fall gives us a premonition of winter, but then, winter, will be forced to relent, once again, to the new beginnings of soft greens, longer light, and the sweet air of spring.‘ (Madeleine M. Kunin)” — Designed by Dipanjan Karmakar from India.



Spring Proverb
“My calendar is an illustration of the old proverb ‘April showers bring May flowers’. I always look forward to the end of that transition.” — Designed by Caitey Kennedy from the United States.



Idea Catalysts
“Design is a community. Each one of these creators found their way into my consciousness as idea-catalysts. This is my way of thanking them and so I’m excited to bring this set to the greater design community. However these are used, my aim is to pay tribute to these sixteen and drive baby-steppers to great inspirers.” — Designed by Juliane Bone from California.



Fresh Start
“Spring is the beginning of everything, is the nature being reborn. The word ‘April’ is derived from the Latin word ‘aperire’ meaning ‘to open’, which is exactly what the bud in my photo does – it opens. April invites everyone to open their hearts and minds to all things new starting with flowers and trees and going all the way to animals. This is my April.” — Designed by Oana Galbenu from Romania.



Flowers On The Wall
“It is time for more colour in our life! After this cold and dark winter, we have to paint our minds or better our walls. Flower power everywhere!” — Designed by Sabrina Lobien from Germany.



Sweet Lovers
“The most beautiful flowers are in bloom around my neighborhood, and I get this little tune stuck in my head every time I go for a walk. I thought it would be perfect for a bright watercolor-styled design!” — Designed by Alyson Sherrard from Pensacola, Florida.



The Brighter Side Of Life
“Sometimes when you are out and about you see something that captures your attention. It does not have to be anything spectacular, but you know that you want to remember it at that specific point in time. No matter how busy you are, stop and see the flowers.” — Designed by Kris G from the USA.



Happy Birthday Hans!
“April the 2nd is Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday. Hans is most famous for his magical fairy tales, such as ‘The Little Mermaid’, ‘The Princess and the Pea’ and ‘Thumbelina’. I always loved the tale of Thumbelina, so I created this wallpaper for Hans!” - Designed by Safia Begum from the United Kingdom.




Easter Is Coming
“Easter is coming and what could be more Easter-like as a paschal lamb or maybe two.” — Designed by Sabrina Lobien from Germany.

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"Can you write a Spiderman's origin story in DC universe instead in Marvel? This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

Can you write a Spiderman's origin story in DC universe instead in Marvel?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers 

Read the answer below

Sure, Spiderman actually better suited in DC universe than in Marvel.

PETER PARKER: THE RISE OF INVISIBLE TEEN

………………………………………………………………………..

“Hi, my name is Clark Kent, I was asked to join today by Mr Perry White”

“Yes, I was informed about that. You have been ordered to work with Lois Lane as partners”

“I am sorry. Who is she?”

“Lois Lane!?? You have not heard about her??!!”

“No. Is she important?”

“Wow!! I won't say anything. Just go and introduce yourself. She is in that desk”

“Thanks kid. What is your name?”

“Peter Parker. I am an intern for Lois Lane. I am still in high school”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One year later-

“Clark. Lex Luthor is embarrassed in the hands of Batman. I am pretty sure he didn't expect that. Where is Superman?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Peter. Very interesting this Batman character, won't you say?”

“Absolutely. He is so scary. I wonder what superpower does he have? Is he an alien?”

In the meantime Perry White: “Peter, didn't you ask a permission for a day off due to your prom? Well, since you are a paid intern, I am obliged not to give one but since I am big hearted, I have decided to give you one. Enjoy”

“What happened Peter? Why do you still have a long face? You should be jumping up and down hearing the good news from Mr White”

“Clark, I don't have anyone to go with. I want to ask Lois Lane. But I don't have the nerve”

“Ha, ha. Let me tell you a secret about Lois. She project herself in a particular way. She is a big softy inside”

“So you are giving me permission?”

“Why do you say that?”

“I thought you two were more than partners”

“Ha, ha. No. I am pretty sure Lois Lane is completely out of the league of small towny like myself. Don't you worry. It's just prom”

“Wow! Peter!!! I didn't expect that. Okay. I will go to prom with you”

“What!? You accept?!?”

“Why not? You are cute, Peter. Just as long as it is only for prom, nothing else”

Clark Kent was smiling.

…………………………………………………………………………….

In lex corp-

“I can't believe that psychopath in bat costume destroyed my plan. I thought he only exist in Gotham. Why was he in metropolis? Shit! Just when I was about to get upper hand over our big blue idiot with kryptonite. Let's found out everything about this bat nutjob”

“Mr Luthor, not much information is available. His greatest nemesis is some insane crazy individual named Joker”

“Let's contact this Joker individual. In the meantime, this Batman name has given me a new idea. Let's open a new project experimenting on insects using Superman's clone”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In the prom-

“Everyone is looking at us, Lois, even Barbara Gordon, she won't even look at me before”

“Let them, you like her, isn't it? let's dance, let's show off the charming man behind that geeky external appearance of Peter Parker. I am sure Barbara Gordon would be impressed”

“But I don't know how to dance, Lois”

“Just follow me”

Suddenly, sounds of bullets …

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

“Lois, that is Joker's voice, I have seen it before in Gotham's news channels”

Suddenly, Superman appeared

“Joker, you are forgetting that you are not in Metropolis, so don't do anything that you would regret”

“Ha, ha, ha, Supes!! But I am not here for you”

“You are here for me”

Superman saw that Lex Luthor was behind him in his Lexo suit.

Suddenly, Superman felt weak as Lex Luthor's Lexo suit has a Kryptonite.

A batrang came flying and destroyed the kryptonite

But Joker threw an explosive on Batman from behind which took out Batman and Batman was unconscious because of the explosion despite the fact his suit saved him.

Superman again felt weakness.

“Ha, ha, Superman, considering your new friend Batman, I had a back up Kryptonite in my Lexo suit”

Lex Luthor flew away carrying Superman's body towards Lex corp.

Joker tried to touch Batman's mask but got a shock instead. Batman woke up and flew the scene in his bat mobile.

Injured Joker did the same as well.

“Peter, Superman is in serious trouble. Luthor probably took him to Lex corp. We have to go there”

…………………………………………………………………………

In Lex corp-

“Peter, I can't get into that pipe hole but you can. You can then get me in from the main door from inside”

Peter got into the pipe hole and found himself in some kind of lab.

Many insects were present there.

Suddenly, he saw that Lois Lane was captured by Joker and was talking to Luthor while Superman was unconscious.

Suddenly, Batman came inside with batmobile bursting through the wall. Explosion flew Peter into some kind of experimental radio active spider chamber with Superman's DNA injected.

All of the spiders attacked Perer Parker and bit him.

Peter Parker managed to get away from there while in tremendous pain. The whole lab was destroyed later by Batmobile's RPG. Batman threw an anti Kryptonite suite towards Superman who woke up by then. That suit was made from Wayne enterprise for Batman's use.

Superman and Batman took care of Joker and Lex Luthor easily.

Peter Parker was hospitalized.

But strangely Peter was recovered completely next day. He felt like a new man.

Suddenly, his brain was tingling with alarm.

He touched the wall and his hand was almost glued to the wall. His feet was starting to do the same. He suddenly found himself crawling the wall like a Spider.

This is the beginning of a long journey of our underdog hero in DC universe…….

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Sure, Spiderman actually better suited in DC universe than in Marvel.

PETER PARKER: THE RISE OF INVISIBLE TEEN

………………………………………………………………………..

“Hi, my name is Clark Kent, I was asked to join today by Mr Perry White”

“Yes, I was informed about that. You have been ordered to work with Lois Lane as partners”

“I am sorry. Who is she?”

“Lois Lane!?? You have not heard about her??!!”

“No. Is she important?”

“Wow!! I won't say anything. Just go and introduce yourself. She is in that desk”

“Thanks kid. What is your name?”

“Peter Parker. I am an intern for Lois Lane. I am still in high school”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One year later-

“Clark. Lex Luthor is embarrassed in the hands of Batman. I am pretty sure he didn't expect that. Where is Superman?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Peter. Very interesting this Batman character, won't you say?”

“Absolutely. He is so scary. I wonder what superpower does he have? Is he an alien?”

In the meantime Perry White: “Peter, didn't you ask a permission for a day off due to your prom? Well, since you are a paid intern, I am obliged not to give one but since I am big hearted, I have decided to give you one. Enjoy”

“What happened Peter? Why do you still have a long face? You should be jumping up and down hearing the good news from Mr White”

“Clark, I don't have anyone to go with. I want to ask Lois Lane. But I don't have the nerve”

“Ha, ha. Let me tell you a secret about Lois. She project herself in a particular way. She is a big softy inside”

“So you are giving me permission?”

“Why do you say that?”

“I thought you two were more than partners”

“Ha, ha. No. I am pretty sure Lois Lane is completely out of the league of small towny like myself. Don't you worry. It's just prom”

“Wow! Peter!!! I didn't expect that. Okay. I will go to prom with you”

“What!? You accept?!?”

“Why not? You are cute, Peter. Just as long as it is only for prom, nothing else”

Clark Kent was smiling.

…………………………………………………………………………….

In lex corp-

“I can't believe that psychopath in bat costume destroyed my plan. I thought he only exist in Gotham. Why was he in metropolis? Shit! Just when I was about to get upper hand over our big blue idiot with kryptonite. Let's found out everything about this bat nutjob”

“Mr Luthor, not much information is available. His greatest nemesis is some insane crazy individual named Joker”

“Let's contact this Joker individual. In the meantime, this Batman name has given me a new idea. Let's open a new project experimenting on insects using Superman's clone”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In the prom-

“Everyone is looking at us, Lois, even Barbara Gordon, she won't even look at me before”

“Let them, you like her, isn't it? let's dance, let's show off the charming man behind that geeky external appearance of Peter Parker. I am sure Barbara Gordon would be impressed”

“But I don't know how to dance, Lois”

“Just follow me”

Suddenly, sounds of bullets …

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

“Lois, that is Joker's voice, I have seen it before in Gotham's news channels”

Suddenly, Superman appeared

“Joker, you are forgetting that you are not in Metropolis, so don't do anything that you would regret”

“Ha, ha, ha, Supes!! But I am not here for you”

“You are here for me”

Superman saw that Lex Luthor was behind him in his Lexo suit.

Suddenly, Superman felt weak as Lex Luthor's Lexo suit has a Kryptonite.

A batrang came flying and destroyed the kryptonite

But Joker threw an explosive on Batman from behind which took out Batman and Batman was unconscious because of the explosion despite the fact his suit saved him.

Superman again felt weakness.

“Ha, ha, Superman, considering your new friend Batman, I had a back up Kryptonite in my Lexo suit”

Lex Luthor flew away carrying Superman's body towards Lex corp.

Joker tried to touch Batman's mask but got a shock instead. Batman woke up and flew the scene in his bat mobile.

Injured Joker did the same as well.

“Peter, Superman is in serious trouble. Luthor probably took him to Lex corp. We have to go there”

…………………………………………………………………………

In Lex corp-

“Peter, I can't get into that pipe hole but you can. You can then get me in from the main door from inside”

Peter got into the pipe hole and found himself in some kind of lab.

Many insects were present there.

Suddenly, he saw that Lois Lane was captured by Joker and was talking to Luthor while Superman was unconscious.

Suddenly, Batman came inside with batmobile bursting through the wall. Explosion flew Peter into some kind of experimental radio active spider chamber with Superman's DNA injected.

All of the spiders attacked Perer Parker and bit him.

Peter Parker managed to get away from there while in tremendous pain. The whole lab was destroyed later by Batmobile's RPG. Batman threw an anti Kryptonite suite towards Superman who woke up by then. That suit was made from Wayne enterprise for Batman's use.

Superman and Batman took care of Joker and Lex Luthor easily.

Peter Parker was hospitalized.

But strangely Peter was recovered completely next day. He felt like a new man.

Suddenly, his brain was tingling with alarm.

He touched the wall and his hand was almost glued to the wall. His feet was starting to do the same. He suddenly found himself crawling the wall like a Spider.

This is the beginning of a long journey of our underdog hero in DC universe…….

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